Chapter 4: Sweat Dripping
1182 Words
Andrew's Pov
Ambrose fitness gym house daily operating hours begin at 6:30 am. A high-end fitness haven reserved for privileged members where membership cost rivaled some peoples monthly rent.
Today being Thursday, I opted to deviate from my routine of working out in my comfortable private gym to Ambrose fitness gym house where I could work out with a few gym colleagues, energize my physical training and also catch a glimpse of the beautiful ladies too.
At about 6;40am I was at the location but at the parking lots carefully parking my Ferrari 488 GTB. I got out of the car and headed to the entrance of the gym.
I handed my membership card of Ambrose fitness gym house to the receptionist who scanned the card and signed me in. He updated me about the gym and any other necessary information. I was all set to start my workout.
The gym area was filled with few people as people prefer 10am workout gyming class to early morning workout.
I started with light cardio to warm up my muscles and jogged on the treadmill for thirty minutes. I did push ups then I gripped up the barbell determined to complete six sets of deadlift. my muscles burning, sweat dripping.
“Come on Andrew, two more to go.” a familiar voice cheered me up.
With my last strength I lifted the 400 pounds and held it for five minutes then dropped it down slowly.
“Well done Andrew” he said
I quickly recognised the person as I turned “Ah Chris, long time no see” I responded, greeting with a hand shake.
Chris has been my friend and business partner for two years now. We met at the gym for training then we ended up becoming friends.
“Andrew, menh I'm surprised to see you here today. For the last six month's you have been an inactive member here”. He voiced
“I'm good, just wanted a fresh atmosphere to ignite my fitness regimen.That's why I'm here.” I said,cleaning my sweaty face with my towel.
“It's nice to see you around, menh!” He said, shaking my hands again.
We completed some chest routines together, just then I caught a glimpse of a beautiful lady using stationary bicycles at the gyming house. She wore fitted sports wear that complimented her looks.
“Do you know her?” Chris asked, noticing me staring at her.
“No”, I'm just admiring her pretty body, that's all, I whispered.
Just then my Iphone vibrated, I checked my screen, Mayor Phillips was boldly written as the caller.
“Excuse me, I need to take this.” I said as I walked to the corner to pick up the call.
I took a deep breath before answering the call. “ Good morning, father” .
With his intimidating tone he uttered, “Andrew, I need to see you at my office before 8am this morning.”
“I'll be attending a meeting by 9am and I also have a tight schedule today. Can this wait till evening when I planned to see you?” I calmly queried.
“No” I'd be expecting you anytime soon” he commanded , ending the call from his end.
I frowned at the quick conversation we just had. I know my father, when he calls with urgency, he has something up his sleeves. I wondered.
I turned to meet Chris, only to see him gisting with the lady I had admired from afar. I didn't care anymore.
“A yo Chris,” I called. “I'd be heading out first. I got something important to handle.”
“Hey Andrew”, he whispered as he got closer, “I was about introducing you to your girl. The one you admired”
“She ain't my girl Chris, see you later” I said, quickly shaking hands and exiting the gym house.
Walking towards my car, I saw quite a number of girls staring at me and admiring my physiques. I am famous and quite youthful. I also own a multi billion dollar Construction company. I'm fair and about 6.8 in height. I'm Andrew Philips, the son of the wealthy politician Mayor Philips.
I snapped out of my thoughts, glancing at my apple watch and It's just 7;10 am. I hurriedly moved out with my car heading back home to take a shower and then meet my father.
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As I drove into my luxurious house, the automatic door opened revealing the stunning house and a huge water fountain at the entrance of the building.
The huge muscle bound men always on black suits surrounding my estate was an intimidating sight. I particularly hired them for security.
The air was thick with an aura of quiet confidence and restrained power. They were no ordinary security guards. They were professional in their game.
I stepped down, throwing the keys to one of the security, ordering him to park the car and get the Rolls-Royce Phantom ready that I'm heading out in ten minutes.
As I stepped into the house my personal assistant greeted me listing out the numerous schedules I had for the day.
“Good morning Sir,” he greeted with an ipad in his hand stating “you have a lot on your agenda today. First is a board meeting at the construction company by 9am , another ....”
“Cancel all my schedules for today.” I snapped at him, interrupting his words. “Get ready, we are leaving in ten minutes.”
“Right away, Sir.” he hurriedly left.
“Good morning Sir Andrew, here is your velvety coffee sir, with no sugar” she said with a warm smile on her face.
Agnes is my house personal chef, the only staff I allowed to call me by my name. She was employed before in my family house and took care of us when we were young.
She was asked to leave the house by my father after my mum died. It took a big toll on me especially when she left because she had loved us and took care of us as her own.
One year back I met her on the street after the disheartening story of what she has passed through. I decided to hire her as my personal chef.
She made the coffee just the way I loved it. “Thank you Agnes,” I replied. I sipped the coffee and handed it back to her.
I showered immediately, wore a sharp-looking suit, added some nice expensive accessories and headed down the stairs. My gaze drifts to the big clock on the wall in the dining area and it reads 7:40 am then I stepped out.
“We are ready to go Sir,” my PA spoke
I nodded my head in affirmation and entered the car. As my car moved the convoy follows.
The thoughts of the urgency in my father's voice upsets me because he just disrupted my schedules for the day.
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